dear smokers

I can't believe that as of this Halloween it has been four or five years (I forget) since I did finally, after many failed attempts—like one every single morning—stop smoking.
I had forgotten what it was like when I used to smoke until I got bronchitis a couple weeks ago and realized that I used to wake myself up coughing all winter long like for 20 years.
There was always a reason why I couldn't stop smoking—some of the best of the rants are at the very beginning of this blog back in whenever.
And then I was done.
I was still smoking, but I no longer wished to.
So the next time I quit, I stayed quit.
Now there are other things I can't stop jonesing about. . .